Also, I think having friends there helped keep me from throwing Ellie from the train, because there was some SERIOUS whining when we boarded and it did not immediately jet out of the station. Even worse on the other end of the track, ugh.
But in between, she was remarkably good. Did NOT like Santa, but was pretty good waiting in line, sharing her treats, and playing with her friends. She whined right beforehand, but then seriously hammed it up when we stuck her face through the display holes for photo time. Which ended up being the best photo of all three of us all night (and as you can see, Tim is acting like a loon.)
Afterwards we had a cookie and a decaf coffee and the girls had a little dance party. Whitney is only 11 months but already walking, and we joke that she's doing it to keep up with Ellie and Lexi. There are worse examples in the world, I guess.
On the way home, I sat in the back seat with Ellie, which I don't normally do (I wanted her to eat a banana to make sure she was topped off before bed.) Once the banana was done, we pretended to hold our hop hops and our binny pigs and pet them. Then we threw balls of all colors back and forth to each other and high in the air. And then she spent a few minutes just letting me stroke her cheek and hold her hand, and it was the best night ever. Because even if she is a whiny little horrible turd sometimes, when we put her in her car seat and loaded up, she said "thank you for riding the train wid me, mama and dada."
year!
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